#mp-jungjin

[mpxyumi]

withered branch;

@mp-jungjin

Yuyan had just finished getting her apartment in order; organizing the things she had brought from home. The place was looking pretty bare, since she had only brought the essentials, but that wasn’t anything some decor shopping couldn’t fix. If only she knew where anything was in the city. She had not really wanted to ask anyone for directions, but it seemed like it was going to come to that eventually.

She had just left her apartment to head to the recycling room with a few boxes when she saw someone coming up the hall toward her. A family member, probably, right? Everyone in this building was probably related in some way or another, she figured. But this was not a family member that she knew, which did set her on edge a little. After all, she knew from some research that not everyone in their pantheon was good-- her own uncle had killed her father, after all.

But she would give this stranger the benefit of the doubt, at least for now. “Oh, hi,” she greeted him with a warm smile, shifting the collapsed boxes in her arms so she could open the door to the garbage room. “I’m Yuyan, I just moved in. Nice to meet you.”

[mpxnathaniel]

[ COMFORT ] - noticing that the receiver has received terrible news, sender offers them a hug as a means of comforting them during this difficult time.

Nathaniel was not the type to rely on other people, and so Jungjin’s sudden embrace had caught him off guard. Perhaps the other had misunderstood him though, because Fluffy going for his health check up did not warrant any hugging. “She’s okay,” he blinked, patting Jungjin’s shoulder, “Fluffy’s just at the vet for a check up - her specialist recommended that I take her every two or three weeks, just to make sure that her diet and wellbeing is in optimal condition.”

[manixmp]

surprise visits | jungjin & mani

@mp-jungjin

He greets the demigod warmly when the young man opens his door. A lopsided smile on his face, “Hello, Jungjin,” he says as he stifles a yawn. It wasn’t often that the moon god found himself staying up well after the sun had risen, but he knew that if he’d put this visit off any longer, he’d feel awful about it later. Mani opens his mouth to speak, but his mind blanks. No doubt the brain fog of exhaustion beginning to set in. “My apologies... I forgot myself for a moment there,” he blinks a couple times to compose himself, a sheepish chuckle following after. “I hope you don’t mind me dropping in all of a sudden,” he looks down, rambling softly. “I should have called ahead perhaps, just in case you were busy, but I’ve been meaning to stop by for a while... And I was in the neighborhood...”

His words die in his mouth as he finds himself feeling foolish for his sudden appearance, but he shrugs the notion away. If he was ever brave enough to act on his impulses, now would be the time. The lack of sleep lowering his inhibitions to the point where he couldn’t care less about how he came across. The only other time would be after a drink or two, but him drinking for leisure was a rare occasion on its own. “I hope I’m not interrupting you in the middle of anything important,” he begins again, brows furrowing slightly at the revelation.

“I promise I won’t be long, I just wanted to see how you were doing...” he explains himself. A touch of unspoken concern lingering in his words as he scans the younger’s face for any sort of distress. Mani couldn’t deny that he held a soft spot for the demigod. Especially when he came to find that he saw a bit of himself in the younger man after getting to know him. Mani knew all too well what self-loathing could do to a person, and he’d be damned if he let anyone so young and so kind suffer through such agony.

“I haven’t seen you in a while and I wanted to make sure that you were doing alright...” he pauses again. “I’d also like to apologize for not doing so sooner in case you needed to talk to anyone,” he lowers his eyes, guilt welling up in his chest. “But I got you these,” he looks down at his hands, hoisting up a paper bag in one hand and a tray of drinks in the other. Looking up at the demigod, he smiles again. “For you, from the Flower Mill... I remembered that you really liked that cafe, but I couldn’t remember which items were your favorites, so I selected a few of them...” he says thoughtfully before glancing over to the tray of drinks. “And the beverages... Well I just asked the kind lady for the most popular coffee and tea drinks in case you wanted one or the other,” he trails off again, his head tilting. “Do you have some time to chat?”

[sethxmp]

“ saying my name is so intimate, why would you do that to me? ”

For a long and uncomfortable moment that felt never-ending Set simply stared at his son with a questioning look in his eyes before he clicked his tongue. “Well, It’s your name, isn’t it? I believe it was given to you to allow people to use you to call when they want to get your attention. What the fuck am I supposed to call you if not by your name? Demigod? Half-breed?”. This kid, was he for real? “Unless you were hoping for some sweet pet name of sort, then, sorry, wrong parent for that” he snorted.  Why were all his children such drama queens? It was amusing but also kinda irritating. 

[mp-khjoong]

moonlit walks.

continued from here with @mp-jungjin

Having the job that he did, Joong knew all too well the dangers of the night. And when word had reached him that the precious Jungjin had been jumped on his walk home one night - to say he was fuming was not an understatement. He’d contacted JJ as soon as he knew, and told him verbatim he was escorting him to and from work shifts from now on, no matter the time. Tonight was the first of many and as he was met with the sight of JJ’s hands reaching for him, his icy cold heart melted once more within his chest. It was the strangest thing, but he was only one that made the son of Thanatos go haywire. They were messes, in their own rights, but together - they seemed to level each other out.

Joong withdrew his hands from his leather jacket pockets; gloved touch coming to pull the blonde’s hands from his jacket, choosing instead to circle them on his own around himself. His own in turn surrounding the younger and tucking him closer against his chest; protectively and secure. He’d never wanted JJ to feel anything but, and he’d make sure of it himself. “I want to.” He stated softly, his voice a harmonious gentle for the demi-god as it had always been. “I want to make sure you’re safe, at all times.” Gently, he reluctantly let go of him, turning his head down slightly to meet the other’s gaze - fighting the tint of pink that wanted to cross his own features. “So get used to it. I’ll be a reoccuring presence in your day to day life from now on.”

[mpxeijipark]

👮 : wearing handcuffs

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🌸

    Eiji wiggles the plastic playset of handcuffs that he’s found at the costume shop earlier on one of his walks around town. He mostly bought the set to match the one he was going to give his brother as a silly prank that he was still thinking up but had been poking at the fake restraints for the last few minutes, testing just how durable they really are by hooking one of his hands to anything nearby and then yanking free of it without breaking the toy.

  “These are so stupid,” he comments under his breath but nonetheless is still fiddling with them when he drops his hand down. The open cuff dangles from his shackled wrist as he stands there for a moment enjoying the cool breeze that drifts by him before he stretches his arm up then sways it back down fast. It’s a lazy action and he’s fully expecting for his arm to sway back forward-- not to get hooked to something like the belt loop of someone who is walking too close behind him.

   “Uh....hello?” he says awkwardly as he turns to find himself caught up with Jungjin.

[phobetorxmp]

🌑 : falling asleep

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Phobetor pauses in his steps as a familiar sound reaches his ears. With a gentle turn of his head, he can definitely catch the subtle plucking of harps from Dittersdorf concerto in A Major, one of his favourite pieces of music. A soft frown tugs at his features as he turns from his original path and is drawn away by the pull of such lovely music. It was calming and soft, with such heavy romantic tones it is enough to warm even his cynical heart. Stopping in the doorway of a shop he glances up at the name written above it, and a soft scoff passes his lips with a gentle shake of his head. “Siren’s song indeed-” he murmurs to himself, before stepping forward over the threshold.

As the door swings shut behind him, the music volume is softened, leading the god to believe the little concert outside was exactly for the benefit of drawing him inside. Yet, as his eyes glance over its wares he is not particularly against this small digression of his time, as he draws in deeper. Music, like literature, hold a special place in the heart of the god of nightmares, and much as his writers, Phobetor’s taste in composers also runs Russian.

Stepping up to the small cashier’s station he is surprised to find a young man asleep, though he supposes the lulling of harps was enough to do that to anyone. He thinks for a moment to wake him, a hand outstretched to touch his shoulder, before he pauses to think, and decides better of it. In case he visit upon him a nightmare after all. So instead, he opts for a more subtle clearing of his throat before his hand. “Excuse me?” He calls out, not having the time to trawl through CD stacks so assistance would very much be appreciated.

[mp-anwei]

👣 : dancing

He hadn’t a clue, how he’d found himself here. The Island was quite huge and totally new. But sound he was downtown and now in Someplace called Vision? I least he thought that the outside sign said.

He propped himself up on a table, humming his intently watching a young brunet on the dance floor. He clicked his tongue. Years of being an idol trainee might have made a little judgmental of other’s dancing, especially once they started having a dance focus.

“Promise, there’s promise here,” he ran his fingers through his silken pink hair; An-Wei laughed getting up from his seat And sliding on to the dance floor.

Situations where, at a place like this made him loosen up a lot.No young man, of nineteen should be so shy. “Hey,” he opens in English “Couldn’t help but notice you, from where I was sat,” he shrugs with lase fare smile “How could I not, when you move like you do?”